Essay: "My Taylor Swift Gym Moment: A Comical Tale of Beauty and Boiled Eggs"

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Before the pandemic, I had a “Taylor Swift moment” at the gym, where I saw a stunning couple working out like they were in a magazine shoot. They looked amazing in their expensive gym clothes, while I struggled to afford a meal after my pricey membership. Hungry, I settled for cheap boiled eggs from a street vendor. As I left, I watched the couple enter a fancy restaurant, reminding me of the gap between their glamor and my reality. After my membership expired during the pandemic, I declined invitations to renew, cherishing my frugal lifestyle. Who knew boiled eggs could be so meaningful?

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Once upon a time, before the pandemic turned our lives upside down, I had a quintessential “Taylor Swift moment.” For those in the know, remember that infamous tale of Taylor spotting two models in a gym? Well, picture this: I’m at the gym, and there they are—a gorgeous couple, straight out of a magazine, engaging in a workout that looked more like a romantic photo shoot than actual exercise. They sported expensive but understated gym attire, the kind that screams “I have money but prefer to be low-key.” They were sweaty, but it was that perfectly curated sweat—definitely staged for Instagram.

After an hour of toiling away, I left the gym, ravenous and ready to refuel. But alas! I couldn’t afford a meal at any of the restaurants, or even the fast food joints in the mall, because I had already drained my budget on that oh-so-premium gym membership. Thrifty was my middle name that day. Then, like a beacon of hope, I remembered a street food vendor under the underpass selling boiled eggs for a mere 8 pesos. My protein fix!

As I exited the mall, what do I see? Those two supermodel lovebirds waltzing into a fancy vegetarian restaurant. It felt like a dagger to the gut—a real-life “you’ll never be this glamorous” moment. I couldn’t help but think, “I’m a vegetarian too, but I’m way too poor for that place. So, here I am, stuck with boiled undeveloped chicken babies—what I like to call ‘protein bomb’ on a budget.” Taylor was right when she thought, looking at those models, “You’ve already won.” Seriously, can’t a guy just have his protein in peace?

Fast forward to the pandemic. Luckily, my gym membership expired just in time for me to avoid a fitness fate worse than death. When life began to resemble something normal in 2022, I received a flood of invitations from my old gym, begging me to renew my membership. I graciously declined, envisioning myself strolling past those fancy models, proudly clutching my boiled egg like a trophy of my frugality.

So, there you have it: my own Taylor Swift experience, a comical reminder that sometimes it’s not just about the gym; it’s about the absurdity of beauty standards, the juxtaposition of privilege, and the art of surviving on street food while dreaming of the glamorous life. Who knew a boiled egg could be so profound?

In the end, folks like me who can write blog posts in English are still better off than many starving Filipinos. So really, we should be grateful that we don’t always get what we truly deserve—otherwise, we might all find ourselves in a gulag!


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